Hey blog, i am sitting in a car with two tiny girls and a boy on a grey stretch of painted tar and cement on our way to the land of little rocks. Thus is the commencement of our trip to far away lands of names begining the same as from whence we came. Crouched down in my seat with my eyes cast to these words my peripheals pick up the green tops of trees wildly thriving through the weather of almost spring, interrupted by the tale tell signs of civilized telephone lines and mechanical gliding of gears and rubberized accelerator enablers.